Indescribable

This gift
A thing of dreams
Eyes dancing
and fluid heart

Once or twice lucky
for my soul
to be warmed by
such ember

Keenly disproud
Ripened marmalade
to tangy tongue
for spirit and spring
to lichened limb

Capturing, awakening
the slumbering saint
with reminder
of almighty

Inferno, bright enough
to melt the edges
of moonlight

Naught but tears
And swallowed words
explain my
wonder

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